Leslie Gesneria could care less about her grades or even going to school for that matter. In the past two weeks, her life, and the way she viewed life in general, had been dramatically altered.
For starters, her P.E. teacher, Mr. Brock, turned out to actually be the infamous symbiotic supervillain known as Venom. But even worse, his alien suit was about to reproduce. Mr. Brock's wife and her unborn baby had been killed nearly a decade earlier. But apparently he'd always wanted children of his own, and dreamt of himself having 3 beautiful daughters. The symbiote reproducing was as close as he would ever come to having children again. And because he wanted daughters, he chose his 3 favorite female students, and abducted them.
Those three were Mary Jane, Donna Diego, and Leslie Gesneria.
Captured and suspended on Venom's web, the girls were helpless as he spawned 3 symbiotes. Each one was planted on one of the girls. And each of them was named.
Mary Jane, the redhead and fastest runner in Brocks classes. She became host to a symbiotic suit of deep crimson. The name she received was "Carnage".
Next was Donna Diego, Leslie's best friend. She wasn't very athletic, and was extremely shy, often keeping to herself. But she did open up to Mr. Brock, and was comfortable confiding in him.
He gifted her a symbiotic suit of a splotchy color scheme of orange, yellow, and black. As Donna screamed her lungs out throughout to bonding process, Venom named her "Scream".
And finally, Leslie was coated with a dark violet symbiote. Venom called her "Agony".
Shortly after, a pair of superheroines local to New York, Spider-Woman and Silk broke in, hoping to stop Venom. But it was already too late. The three girls had already been bonded to the infant alien skins. But Silk and Spider-Woman eventually defeated Venom, and delivered him to a facility specially designed for holding supervillains.
Leslie and all the newly created symbiotes were brought before the organization known as SHIELD.
Their identities were all documented, and they were all forced to make a deal. They would be allowed to keep their symbiotes, but only if they promised to use them for good, and not for anything malevolent.
They all agreed, and were pleasantly surprised when Silk and Spiderwoman unmasked, revealing their identities. Silk turned out to be Cindy Moon. And under Spiderwoman's white hood was the recognizable face of Gwen Stacy. Both of the heroes turned out to be their classmates!
Before letting them go, SHIELD warned them that a young agent of theirs, known as Natash Romanof, would be going to school and keeping an eye on all of them.
Things seemed to go fine after that. The girls learned to better use and control their symbiotes, and even received occasional training from Gwen and Cindy.
But about a week after that, things took an alarming turn.
They all came to school, but Gwen wasn't there... They assumed she was sick, or that something else had come up. But after two days, Gwen's parents revealed that she was missing. No one knew where she was. Cindy was upset most by this turn of events. And one night, she went out looking for Gwen as Silk.
She never returned....
Not many days later, Mary Jane seemingly vanished. SHIELD started to panic, and did everything they could to investigate.
Donna and Leslie feared that Venom had returned and was behind this. But the others assured them that he was still behind sonic bars.
Leslie couldn't focus on anything with her friends missing.
However, one day at school, she got a text from Natasha.
"I may have a theory on who's behind this, Leslie. Meet me at our usual rooftop at 3:30. And suit up. P.S. I'd prefer it if your friend didn't tag along."
"What'd she say?" Donna asked her from across the table.
Leslie sighed, pocketing her phone.
"She said to meet her at the usual rooftop. For some reason, our spying little classmate asked that I go alone without you." she told Donna.
"Hmm... That's weird. Isn't it her job to keep an eye on us all?" her long haired friend pointed out, scooping another forkfull of salad into her mouth.
"Maybe she thinks you're a suspect." Leslie chuckled.
"That's... not funny." Donna muttered.
"You're right, sorry."
"She probably doesn't want me to come because I rarely participate with you guys."
"Yeah... Why is that?" Leslie asked.
"I mean... It's kinda a waste, if you don't use your symbiote to do anything."
"No no no! Don't get me wrong... I do use it to help people daily. I just uh... I prefer to do it by myself..." Donna mumbled.
"I mean... You know how shy I can be... And the suit...
It's kinda revealing..."
Leslie sighed.
"Yeah... It literally leaves like nothing to the imagination. But, its not like anyone can recognize you, Donna. Hell, your suit looks the freakiest. I doubt anyone would ogle you as Scream after they got a look at your face."
Donna smirked after that remark.
"Not to mention, Donna... I've known you since we were little. I know what your secret fetishes are. Skintight suits? It's all right up your alley. Even I have to admit you look fantastic in your suit."
Donna blushed.
"Thanks..." she said.
Suddenly the school bell rang, announcing that lunch was over, and the next classes would be starting soon.
Leslie threw away her leftovers and stacked her tray with the others.
"Well... I'm off." Leslie said to her friend as she hoisted her backpack over her shoulder.
"Okay... Guess I'll see you later then..." Donna smiled.
"Probably... How much longer are your parents gonna be on their vacation?" Leslie wondered.
"About another week." Donna told her.
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh... Just thinking. I mean, they've been gone for a few weeks, and yet we still haven't thrown a party at your place. Maybe we should, while we still have time..." Leslie pondered.
"No! No parties! They were very strict about that. Not to mention... With our fellow superheroines going missing, I feel it'd be in bad taste to throw a party while things are as they are..." Donna pointed out.
"You're right, Donna. I'm sorry for suggesting it. I don't know... I guess I kinda just, uh... Well... I don't like to be alone... I don't feel safe."
There was silence between the two friends as the waves of students pushed past them.
"I'll make it up to you, Leslie. Okay? We'll do something together this weekend. I promise. Deal?"
"Deal."
The two shook hands and turned away to head to their respective classes, when Donna blurted out a question.
"Hey, uh... What time did Natasha say she was gonna meet you."
"3:30!" Leslie yelled back.
"You gonna join us?"
"Yeah... Think I'll show up to surprise Natasha." Donna grinned.
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Later that day, after school had ended, Leslie went home. She dropped off her stuff and stripped down to her purple undies.
The undergarments however, took on a slimy quality and began to spread across her body.
Within moments, she was fully suited up as her symbiotic alter ego... Agony.
Admiring herself in the mirror, Leslie made a few cute poses. All of which looked ridiculous with the terrifying visage of the symbiote masking her silly face.
She slid her bedroom window open and was about to leave to meet up with Natasha and Donna, when something popped into her head.
Agony whipped around, bringing her backpack into view.
"Crap... I forgot didn't I?" Leslie muttered through Agony's violet jaws.
Unzipping her backpack, she dug through it, and sure enough, found what she was expecting to find.
It was the movie she was gonna lend to Donna, and completely forgot to.
'I'll just bring it with and lend it to her at the rooftop.' she thought.
Leslie paused.
'Although... Donna's house is on the way there. And passing movies in front of Natasha would look wrong. Likely, she'd exaggerate the event into something worth reporting to SHIELD about... Screw it, I'll just drop it off at Donna's. Nothing wrong with that.'
Getting a firm grip on the DVD case, Agony dove out her window and shortly fired a strand of violet webbing, latching onto a nearby building. The webline took the momentum of her dive and turned it into a powerful webswing.
As she reached the end of the swing, Leslie released the strand of web from her grasp, so that she could fire another one from the same wrist.
Leslie rarely did this, but she found swinging through the city with just one arm to be challenging in a fun and adrenalizing way.
Keeping a firm grip on the movie, Agony swung for a few minutes, making several turns until she finally came to Donna's house.
Landing gently on the roof, she slipped a thin tendril from her suit underneath the window to unlatch the window. After doing so, she simply crawled through the window, finding herself in Donna's bedroom. She plopped the DVD atop Donna's neatly made bed and started to leave, when something caught her symbiotically enhanced vision at the base of Donna's bedroom door.
There was a significant amount of dark red and yellow symbiote sludge that appeared to be seeping under the door from the other side. This was unmistakably webbing from her redheaded friend's alter-ego, Scream.
Confused by the presence of the webbing, Leslie pushed the door open. Finding the entire hallway of the upstairs coated in the stuff, she continued to follow it down the hall towards the top of the staircase. But when she reached the end, Leslie stood still as a statue, mortified by what she stumbled upon.
The entire living room and entrance hall of the house was coating in layers of webbing the varied in thickness.
Long strands of web dripped slowly from the ceiling like molasses.
But most notably, were the three shapely female bodies, tightly wrapped in seamless membranes of webbing. Each of them hung from the high ceiling by a long thick tether of webbing.
Two of them had the tops of their heads uncovered, revealing their hair as it hang down. But the third was coated in a more dense layer of webbing that almost seemed to breath, inflating slightly and then constricting, as if it were alive. This one's hair was concealed, and she was swinging gently. Possibly because she had been struggling to break free earlier, and the swinging caused by her struggles had slowly lost momentum.
There was no doubt. These three encased women were Gwen, Cindy, and MJ.
Leslie couldn't believe it.
All the abductions... It was Donna behind it all.
She took another glance at her surroundings and saw that all the cocooned girls were indeed breathing.
Looking over the stairs, she saw the Silk and Spider Women suits, as well as two pairs of female undergarments.
The suits had jagged claw marks that ripped a hole down the front from neck to groin. Leslie shuddered.
Why was Donna doing this? She'd never done anything villainous in her life. Had she secretly been working for Venom all along?!
Nothing made sense to Leslie.
Hearing a noise, she panicked and quickly hid behind the stair railing as the sound of a window swinging open was heard.
From her hiding spot, she watched in fear as Scream entered the room, carrying the unconscious form of Natasha Romanof in her her arms. It looked like a sight out of a monster flick, with the monster carrying the damsel.
Natasha was dressed in her black catsuit. Her standard attire as the agent SHIELD proudly called their "Black Widow".
Scream laid her down along the slimy floor.
Suddenly, the cocooned form of MJ began to squirm and buck around, making muffled squeals. This commotion grabbed Scream's attention, who scuttled toward the wriggling package on all fours, letting out a low growl.
This animalistic behavior left Leslie puzzled. She'd never seen Donna act this way.
Crimson talons shot out from where MJ's hands were bound and sliced holes through the skintight yellow chrysalis.
As the cocoon was torn away, it exposed MJ's form. Her menacing red symbiote was manifested over her skin and she was hissing and clawing through the slimy membrane.
The sounds of Carnage's hissing reached the ears of the two other bound woman, who began to make muffled sounds of curiosity whilst twitching ever so slightly.
The cocoon was indeed alive, as it put up resistance, trying its hardest to reassemble itself and bind Carnage with tendrils.
Despite this, Carnage seemed to be breaking through the bonds.
Perhaps she would've gotten out... If Scream hadn't intervened.
The orange and black symbiote rose up on her legs, face to upside down face with Carnage.
In a violent speed, Scream locked her symbiote maw with Carnage's in a sickening mockery of a romantic kiss.
The white patches acting as MJ's eyes on the mask widdened and she let out a cute squeak of surprise.
Frozen in her confusion brought on by the kiss and their symbiote tongues playing in eachothers' maws, MJ didn't notice Scream's hair starting to move...
The hair consisting of red and orange tendrils slithered up Carnage's shapely body.
Some of the hair wrapped around MJ's claws, binding them together behind her back once more.
The rest of them found more sensitive places to rest as they coiled around her firm breasts and began to squeeze.
Scream broke her toothy kiss with Carnage and let her serpentine tongue explore her body and tease her nipples.
Her mouth no longer covered, Carnage let out the most disturbingly inhuman moans of perverse pleasure.
Leslie cringed, but she now realized what might be going on.
As Donna's closest friend, Leslie knew all her deepest fetishes. And another few of these were hentai, and skintight encasement bondage. Perhaps Donna had created several subconscious sexual fantasies like this, and the Scream symbiote was simply manifesting itself as the actualization of these fantasies and forcing its influence over her will. It couldn't have been Donna. She was too shy and antisocial a person to even try something like this herself. But if her dark fetish side took form as the symbiote's personality...
She was certainly the type of person who was too shy or scared to speak up or tell anyone what had been going on.
It started to make sense to Leslie.
Consumed by the pleasure, Carnage was too unfocused to resist as the cocoon rebuilt and tightly sealed itself around her body once again.
Retracting her tendril hair, Scream admired the perfect cocoon.
All MJ did now, was wriggle slightly.
Her third captive secured, the symbiote turned her attention to her newest guest who still lay unconscious.
She stalked over to Natasha's form and rolled her onto her back.
With a single talon, she tore a slit from the neck of Romanof's suit, all the way down to the space between her thighs.
In a mildly gentle fashion, Scream forced the tight black suit of her body, leaving her in her underwear.
Tossing the shredded suit behing her with a snarl, she then ripped off the undergarments, earning a quiet groan of discomfort from the now nude Natasha.
Realizing her guest was starting to wake, Scream began to act quick.
Making two thick tendrils by coiling her hairs together, Scream then connected the tendril tips together, forming a circular loop.
The center of the loop became filled by a thick mebrane of the symbiote's webbing. It looked similar to a bubble wand.
Using her hair and arms, Scream gently elevated Natasha's body towards the loop's membrane whilst keeping her body straight as a board. The nude woman's eyelids twitched and she mumbled a bit in her sleep.
With speed, her body was guided gradually through the membrane, her body emerging on the other side wrapped in a skintight sealed layer of the webbing. Her eyes fluttered gently open, only to be coated by the layer of webbing which stopped just at her scalp, leaving her hair exposed to identify her.
Startled by her predicament, Natasha whimpered and struggled, kicking and bucking. But she could only wriggle uselessly like a worm.
Hoisting the cocooned agent over her shoulder, Scream fired a line of webbing straight up at the ceiling. She connected it to the foot end of Natasha's cocoon before leaving her to hang.
Satisfied with row of beautifully bound trophies, Scream began to have her way with all of them, much to Leslie's disgust.
She of course started with the fresh meat, Natasha. Scream pleasures and stroked her with her tongue, claws and hair. She gently gave her breasts bites that elicited both pleasure and mild pain judging from the pitches of the moans.
The ritual went on and on as Scream gave each girl attention.
Even, to Leslie's surprise, removing the webbing around their mouths and allowing them each to suck from one of Scream's symbiote wrapped breasts.
She couldn't tell what they were drinking, but it didn't appear to be milk. By the time all four had finished drinking, Leslie suspected that whatever they were being fed had something to do with how they were kept alive while imprisoned in the cocoons for so long.
Eventually, Scream disappeared into the shadows, and Leslie could no longer spot her.
Standing up from her hiding place, she studied the area for any trace of her symbiote possessed friend. But thankfully found none.
This was her chance! Leslie leapt silently down the stairs and went for the nearest cocoon.
From the black hair, she knew this was Cindy.
She ripped away the webbing over her mouth.
"Cindy... Can you hear me?" she whispered.
"P-please... Please stop it Donna. I won't tell anyone, I promise... Just let me out... Pl-please... My body... Too... Sensitive..."
Doing her best to ignore these words, Leslie cut down Cindy's cocoon. But then she sensed a presence behind her she wished she hadn't.
"Oh... Shit..."
Behind her hung a short pillar of coiled tendrils.
But like the petal's of a flower, the tendril hair uncoiled itself, revealing the furious form of Scream.
The symbiote let out an ear killing screech, its hair writhing and its claws drawn.
"I don't think so..." Agony growled.
Unhinging her symbiote jaws, she spewed a thick torrent of tar-like webbing that flooded over Scream, encasing her against the wall from the neck down.
The symbiote kept shrieking in fear and surprise as it tried to break free, but Leslie didn't stop.
She stormed up to it and grabbed Scream's jaws, violently ripping open the symbiote mask and revealing Donna's quietly sleeping face.
Without hesitation, Leslie slapped her friend right across the face, waking her up.
"Ow! What the..." Donna groaned.
"What have you done, Donna?!"
"It wasn't me, Leslie... Believe me!"
"It kinda was actually... You can have fantasies, Donna. You can make them as twisted or sick as you like. But they must remain fantasies. You must obsess over them so much that it rubbed off on your symbiote. So now we have a perverted alien suit that doesn't know any better... And you need to teach it better." Leslie explained.
"I've tried, Leslie, I can't..." Donna whimpered.
"Yes you can, Donna!"
"No! You don't understand. It won't let-"
Donna was cut off as on of the bundles of her symbiote hair formed a pulsating blob of liquid with a needle at the end, and jammed it into her neck. The pulsating blob deflated as its fluid was injected into Donna, knocking her out instantly.
With Donna out, the Scream symbiote morphed its hair ends into blades, slicing up the slime Agony had trapped it in.
Leslie's face paled under the symbiote mask in terror as Donna's face was gobbled up by Scream.
She desperately hurled another torrent of slime at Scream. But she easily dodged it and continued to stalk towards her.
Leslie sprayed again, only to recieve the same results.
Scream loomed over her, now a foot away, her hair wriggling violently. Leslie was pertrified with fear, like a Greek staring Medusa right in the eyes.
She never moved as Scream ripped open the symbiote near her neck and injected her.
Agony fell into Scream's talons.
---
Scream's collection of trophies had climbed to the number five.
But this newest catch wasn't like the others.
All the others had been women that her host found attractive.
But this one...
Was someone that her host had true feelings of love for.
And imprinting on those emotions, Scream felt a true emotional connection between her and this woman whom she had coated in a layer of her webbing. And as she surrendered herself to the human necessity of sleep, she clung to the woman's shapely form and allowed her mane of tendril hair to bind them tightly together in a single cocoon.
When all was finished, there hang the upside down shape of two woman, slowly breathing, and holding eachother in a warm lover's embrace.
The End
